More than a dozen granaries in the Tubo Royal City are located at the foot of the red mountain on which the Potala Palace depends, and the layers of palace walls are patrolled around them, all of which are composed of the relatives of the Yalong tribe and the Tubo Zampu, which can be said to be so well guarded that even a fly can't fly in. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

The source of these grains can even be traced back to the conquest of Tianzhu in the south by the Fujian State, the borrowing of Tibetan mercenaries during the period of the Shalou Kingdom, and the reward of the King of Fujian to the Tibetan royal family, which has now become the lifeline of Mangsong Mangzan and Chimalen.

Although there were a lot of things in the morning, the alliance presided over by Zampu had to continue, and at about ten o'clock in the afternoon, Mansong Mangzan and Chi Malen appeared at the scene of the alliance, and they were a little absent-minded.

Last night's turmoil in Lhasa was still clear even in the Dongdai tribes outside the city, and seeing this scene, the Dongdai lords and Ru lords in various places were also panicking.

Especially the Gyaltsen Sangha of the Wulu clan who helped Zampu preside over the alliance yesterday, and the father of Tsangmug Chimaren is still missing.

A series of political turmoil has made the local town guards also become panicked, yesterday for a pasture and a cow can be beaten red-faced, but today Zampu's ruling seems to have become a routine, and the local town guards are silent.

The big people's hearts and minds have also affected the lower classes, the polo is weak, the horse racers are generally weak and the legs and feet are weak when they go to the Qinglou last night, and the archery is even more wrong, which provokes the lower herdsmen to scold constantly, and the tide of foul language is pouring over.

However, the second day of the meeting passed peacefully.

The first time I looked forward to the sunset, the first time I saw the sunset begin to shine back on the earth, the first time Zampu and his wife saw the sunset so relaxed, and nothing happened after all.

On the huge chariot carried by more than a dozen people, Mangsong Mangzan and Chimalen sat on it like bodhisattvas, and in the awe of the ministers and nobles, they advanced in the direction of the Potala Palace.

The monks shook the prayer bed, and the maids sang and danced and scattered flower petals, praising Zampu's kindness, but at this moment, suddenly below the Potala Palace, a thick black smoke column rose straight up.

In an instant, Mangsong Mangzan's back froze there, and he turned around to get down, Chi Malen's flushed face also turned pale, and he desperately pulled her husband's robe to tear him off, but the unnatural appearance of the two big men was still discovered by the worried Dongdai lords and Ru lords around them, and combined with the black smoke, the uneasy commotion sowed seeds in the Tubo ministers.

As soon as Bu Yuan entered the gate of the Potala Palace, before the door was completely closed, Mangsong Mangzan and Chi Ma Lun had already jumped off the Bu Chariot nervously and ran towards the smoking granary.

There, a group of slaves had already been stunned and stupid, and when they saw the arrival of Zampu and the others, they all knelt on the ground in fear, and they didn't dare to beg for mercy, and they didn't stop kowtowing.

But he didn't have time to pay attention to them, kicked away the slaves who stood in the way, Mangsong Mangzan went straight to the granary, opened the door, and a strong wave of heat rushed to his face, opening the manbu wrapped in the grain that had been burned black, and the eye was shocking black.

The well-guarded Zampu granary didn't know who had mixed in, poured oil on the grain and burned it, and then used the high temperature to smoulder and carbonize, like burning charcoal, and I don't know how long it had been burned, and the grain on the upper layer had been completely charred into black charcoal.

If it weren't for the patrol servant who felt the heat abnormally and opened the door, the black smoke would not have spread.

In a panic, Mangsong Mangzan ran to the next granary, opened the door, black, the next granary, opened the door, black, ran more than ten warehouses, Mangsong Mangzan finally ran out like crazy, roaring madly: "Come on, drag these minions out and peel them!"

Hearing the god-like Zampu judge his fate in this way, the more than 100 palace servants present all collapsed to the ground in dismay.

A group of four guards rushed in and pressed the servants to the dungeon, but Zampu Mangsong Mangzan himself also sat on the ground in a dejected state, and the food that he routinely rewarded the various departments and the army that gathered the army were all burned, so how could he go to the alliance tomorrow?

"What would happen if the first king was here?"

"The first king will grit his teeth and hold on! Zampu, you are the Lord of Tibet, nothing can stump you! His hands gently put his hands on Mangsong's shoulders, and despite the same paleness, Chimaren still gently persuaded him.

A look of madness flashed in Leng Buding's eyes, and Mangsong Mangzan jumped up again in a rage, gritting his teeth and roaring: "The Gar family, it must be the Gar family!" Lu Dongzan, this traitorous old turtle, Benzanpu will definitely kill you! ”

Roaring wildly, Mangsong Mangzan stumbled up the towering palace tower of the Potala Palace, looking at his back, Chi Malen's eyes couldn't help but reveal a rich melancholy.

It is the highest floor of the palace building on the left side of the Potala Palace, Princess Wencheng is still so silent facing the distance, quietly chanting the Buddha, behind her, the pavilion door that has not been repaired in the morning was pushed open again.

"Tubo needs food and reinforcements, if you say that the Tang Dynasty envoy will help Tubo with 300,000 stone of grain, Benzanmeng will allow you to participate in politics and promise to form an alliance with the Tang Dynasty to jointly deal with Fujian!"

With a gloomy face, Chi Ma Lun said hurriedly, and Princess Wencheng, who listened calmly like stagnant water, opened her eyes suddenly.

"Hongu will convey it for you!"

A few quarters of an hour later, Princess Wencheng, dressed in a black veil and wearing a black hat, appeared at the Chang'an Mission Station, which had been moved to the Jokhang Temple and treated as a distinguished guest.

"300,000 stone grain?"

Pinching his chin, Ren Yaxiang couldn't help but groan.

Unhurriedly took off the hat, Princess Wencheng was still so calm and kind, and said slowly: "Tubo is indeed short of food, and it is precisely because of the close cooperation with Fujian in the past that Fujian has supplied a large amount of grain to the plateau, and now the grain is like a life-saving straw for Zampu, who has just been in power, if Chang'an supplies Tubo grain, you can also tame Tubo into your loyal hunting dog like Fujian."

"This, the amount of grain is huge, and the lower officials have to ask the court for instructions." After hesitating again and again, Ren Yaxiang still didn't agree.

"Attention, Lord Ren, if you don't pay, you can't get anything in return, maybe there will be a chance!" Wen Cheng didn't grind hard, and after leaving a sentence, he returned to the Potala Palace under the guidance of several palace guards, but in the spacious room, Ren Yaxiang was entangled.

It's not that the 300,000 stone grain Datang can't get it, but it just wants to slow down the progress of Li Zhixing's construction of the Qianling Tomb, which is the emperor's money, and Ren Yaxiang doesn't want to provoke the emperor easily, but this opportunity is indeed rare!

After hesitating for a while, Ren Yaxiang simply went to the courtyard next to him, and threw the question to Guo Zhi, the deputy envoy who had made great contributions this time and whose status was becoming more and more important.

After listening to Ren Yaxiang's words, Guo Zhifeng, who was proudly playing with the Fujian jade bottle he had snatched last night, was drinking barley wine, but he laughed with a red face.

"My lord, now that we have killed the envoy of Fujian, on the one hand, we have scared Tubo Zampu, and on the other hand, we have also cut off Tubo's way to take refuge in Li Jie'er, in the face of Fujian's imminent retaliation, Tubo has no other choice but to take refuge in the Tang Dynasty, since Tubo has no way out, why should he agree to their unreasonable demands?"

"Adults can rest assured, calm down and wait for Tubo to come to us to beg us, and then we can naturally make a great contribution to return to the court!"

Listening to Guo Beifeng's persuasion, Ren Yaxiang finally made up his mind, and couldn't help but arch his hand easily and smiled: "It's still General Guo who is reasonable, and he is impatient."

"Where is it, or is it supported by the lord, my lord, how about drinking two glasses with the lowly position on such a beautiful day?" The white jade wine glasses from the Min Kingdom were lined up, Guo Zhifeng stretched out his hand and poured up the rich barley wine, smelling the aroma of the wine, Ren Yaxiang also swallowed his saliva, laughed and sat down.

"In this way, the official is better to be respectful than to obey his fate!"

"Please!"

"Please!"

On one side is the luxurious pavilions, on the other hand is the scorched wasteland ruins, the Fujian mission that was attacked and burned last night leaned on the edge of the current Chang'an mission, in the middle of the night, three black shadows sneaked into the side of the mission ruins like ghosts.

Looking at the lively Chang'an Mission, Qin Huaiyang's pale face was full of hatred, he gritted his teeth with resentment, clenched his fists and roared: "You will not be arrogant for long, the general will definitely avenge the general's subordinates!"

"Lang Jun, concubine body help you!" On the side, Li Xueyan also held Qin Huaiyang's hand, feeling the warmth of his palm, Qin Huaiyang couldn't help but nodded.

This kung fu, in the originally empty night, suddenly a few chubby black shadows stumbled over, looking left and right, the rat head and mouse brain looked cautious, until he saw Qin Huaiyang a few, then he breathed a sigh of relief, and put on a smile to please the past.

"Meet General Qin, the little one has burned down the Zampu granary according to your orders."

The fat man at the head turned out to be the first fat man of Tubo who was captured by the Fujian State, a nobleman surnamed Tubo, a sissy of his mother's family, and several others were also the lords of Tubo in Northern Tianzhu, it is estimated that Mangsong Mangzan never dreamed that betraying him was such a group of national diehards.

"Your official has written down the merits, and the King of Min will give you a reward, and now, according to the original plan, spread the news."

Listening to Qin Huaiyang's cold tone, the sissies were like eating honey, and they immediately laughed like a chrysanthemum.

"This, the little one knows, General Qin, please rest assured."

After a few more words of flattery, the sissy and a few other Tubo people dispersed, and glanced at Li Que and Li Xueyan, and then glanced at the brightly lit Potala Palace with hatred, Qin Huaiyang and the three of them also quickly disappeared into the darkness along the way they came.

The city of Lhasa is still so silent, and in the silence, the forces of countless Fujian countries march quietly with anger, revenge, fierce and strong